everything return and
goes to loaming in under—
call rook or declare crow
truth is of water
unstirred by eddy
as by the reeds her
shallow barge flows
half-sick of shadows
she whispers, lips dry
as she rivers through
i, too, grow
half-sick of shadows
aching for the moon
half-sick
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drops
slippers slap her feet
as she walks the snaking
curve of the street
she stops every few feet
when one or the
other drops
away
phone in hand, debating
if i should call to get her help
but too mesmerized by
the step, the slap, the drop, the pause
to dial the phone todayAside from the sense that the passenger through life was not quite in full charge of her actions, there was no real reason to dial for assistance for the woman. She was my age, give or take, a little bedraggled and was wearing a house robe, but otherwise seemed to only be suffering from footwear that was entirely inappropriate for her journey. I decided that my intervention was probably not welcome and I put my phone down.
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drops
scatterleaf
here, her season blows in
hair dancing, standing razors ledge
wings stretched in embrace air
scatterleaf and fallen umber
we ache for her voidkiss
to carry us breath for wind
while thunder hooves drive
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The Windup Girl
I’m just finishing up a “biopunk” dystopian bit of scifi, The Windup Girl by Paolo Bacigalupi. I’ve been meaning to get around to reading it for several years now under the false premise that I believed it to be something more steampunk in flavor. I keep thinking that steampunk as a subgenre really holds a lot of promise, but I must keep finding the clinkers to read, or that thinking is flawed in some way. I’ve never found a steampunk novel that has actually held up to that promise, which makes me slightly sad.
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The Windup Girl
tossing a rune — 02oct25
ansuz a turning away
with one eye blind
but some things
cannot be unseen
a heavy sigh
for the dead & dying—
a heartache but
for all the reapingA poem prompted by a randomly selected Elder Futhark rune.
Today’s rune is ansuz, which has a core meaning “a god” (intended to be Odin), “mouth” or “breath”. Odin is representative of many, many things… in this case, ansuz is most representative of the mouth/breath (speech) that gives life to poetry, magic, song, language, and spirit — largely inseparable in the Viking worldview — and Odin is considered the supreme master of these intertwined concepts.
Please visit my Elder Futhark pages at sceadugenga.com for additional interpretations of the runes based on multiple references and personal reflection.
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tossing a rune — 02oct25
night skin you, day skin you
a dream of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from the barrows
to give to hold, drinking you in
before the everblind
leave me to slumber at
the foot of your altar
with peekaboo sunshine
warming the empty of eye
let this mantic fade from view
a nightmare of
night skin you & day skin you
crawling from make-dust
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first kiss
[response]
stone raven black
her slow hand turns
on the moon
in lace and silhouette
waiting on dusk
to kiss me
a bridge closer home,
ever to her side[call]
Laughing into the fire
Is it always like this?
Flesh and blood and the first kiss
The first colors, the first kiss~ Siamese Twins
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